I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Chapter 19

Baitao frowned quickly, "I don't bully the maid, Zhao Gao, you go and drag her away, it's really an eyesore to me."

Zhao Gao was slightly stunned, and didn't ask what happened, but replied, "As ordered."

"Little master, slave. The slave is all for the good of His Highness."

Die Er wanted to say more, but Zhao Gao restrained her with one hand and dragged her down.

Baitao also went looking for Ying Zheng with short legs.

Yingzheng worshiped Lu Buwei as his teacher, and he practiced sword hard every day, learning the art of the king, and he came and went to three places.

Baitao calculated at this point in time, so there was no need to guess that he was also in the palace.

really.

On a pavilion, Baitao saw Ying Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged on a jade mat, with a letter spread out in front of him, and opposite was Lu Buwei who was wearing an official uniform and teaching earnestly.

Baitao ran in with her skirt in her hands.

The voice inside came to an abrupt end, Ying Zheng turned his head and saw that it was Bai Tao, the coldness between his brows dissipated, and even his voice seemed to soften, "Tao Tao, why did you remember to come to me?"

Lu Buwei also stopped teaching, and looked at the petite little girl who ran up with a smile.

Baitao picked up Zhang Yuxi, put it next to Ying Zheng, sat next to him and said, "Brother Zheng, you said that as long as someone bullies me, he will come to you to complain immediately, and now I am here to complain to you."

Ying Zheng's face darkened, and before he could speak, Lu Buwei smiled and said, "Little Baitao, why don't you talk to Uncle Lu, who dares to bully you?"

Baitao felt that he was a good person, so she recounted what happened just now, and said at the end, "She also told me to stop clinging to brother Zheng. If I cling to him again, brother Zheng will be tied up, unable to do things well, and delay his future. .”

Lu Buwei's eyes flashed.

Ying Zheng said coldly: "This is not something that a maid should take care of, Tao Tao, you have done a good job this time, if someone dares to be so disobedient next time, no matter what, you have the courage to ask someone to slap her on the mouth !"

Baitao nodded, "Got it."

Lu Buwei sighed, "This time it started because there wasn't enough ice in the palace."

Qin people are not fond of extravagance, and it is a common practice to store ice and waste money.

Who would have thought that such a delicate little master would live in Xianyang Palace again?
He kindly said: "Zheng'er, if you have any difficulties, you should be yourself and tell me about it. After all, you are also my teacher's beloved disciple. In this way, it happens that my teacher was born as a merchant, and there are several ice storage workshops outside the palace. In the worst case, it will not be sold outside, and tomorrow I will order the disciples to enter the palace for the teacher to ensure that Miss Baitao has enough ice."

Ying Zheng bowed his hands solemnly, "The teacher's kindness can never be repaid by the government."

"Sigh." Lu Buwei waved his hand with a smile, "If Zheng'er has achieved something in his studies, then that's called repaying the favor of being a teacher."

Baitao is also happy to have ice, imitating Ying Zheng's manner and cupping his hands respectfully, "Thank you Uncle Lu for your kindness, Tao has nothing to repay."

She looks so small, with a double snail bun on her head, and imitates Ying Zheng's old-fashioned accent, not to mention how funny she is.

Lu Buwei chuckled twice, "Okay, it's just a matter of a few pieces of ice, so don't leave, just sit down, it's halfway through, lest Zheng'er will come to you again later, save the trouble Run around."

Hearing this, Baitao sat obediently next to Ying Zheng, with her back straight, staring at the words on the densely packed bamboo slips on the case, listening intently like him.

It's just that the little fox is not a material for reading anthropological classics, and this half of the study is really too harsh.

Baitao heard it like falling into the clouds.

I thought it was like her elder brother was holding her fox ears, Rory would talk a lot, and it would be very hypnotizing.

I didn't know when I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was woken up by Ying Zheng pinching his nose.

Her opened fox eyes were still dazed, and she heard him say, "If Jixia Academy accepts a student like you, wouldn't the sage Xunzi be pissed to death?"

Bai Tao opened her mouth and wanted to refute.

Ying Zheng wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, got up and bid farewell to Lu Buwei. Lu Buwei held a scroll in his hand and put one hand behind his back. "What do Zheng'er think of the "Book of Shang Jun" that I have learned recently?"

Ying Zheng said: "If you want to understand the Nine Treatises on Governing Qin, you should read "Book of Shang Jun", which is also the official book of the Qin State."

"Um"

Lu Buwei's tone was gentle, "It's just that my teacher thinks that this "Shang Jun Shu" is too severe in punishment and does not tolerate benevolent government. Moreover, it was written too early and too carelessly."

Ying Zheng understood the voice of his words, "The teacher thinks what is a good work, Zheng would like to hear the details."

Lu Buwei said: "We should seek change and keep it alive. I want to write a classic for my teacher, which integrates Confucianism, Taoism, law, military, agriculture, vertical and horizontal, Yin and Yang schools, and creates the unique Lu's theory from ancient times. It complements the Qin Dynasty. The shortcomings of the law will lead Qin to a stronger step."

Yingzheng said calmly: "The day when the teacher writes a book and talks about it is the time for students to observe and study."

"Hahahahaha!" Lu Buwei smiled brightly, and patted him on the shoulder, "Okay! Okay!"

After laughing, he left with a flick of his sleeves. Baitao stood beside Ying Zheng, watching his back as he left.

After the people left, she whispered: "Brother Zheng, Uncle Lu said that the book he wrote is not from the Confucian school, not the Taoist school, not the Legalist school, not the peasant school, not to mention the vertical and horizontal school and the Yin-Yang school, isn't it a miscellaneous school? ?”

Ying Zheng's expression was calm and clueless.

Rubbing Baitao's face, he said: "From now on, these words are right with me, and you must not mention them to anyone. Do you understand?"

Baitao's face was rubbed again, she put her hips on her hips and said, "Of course I know, I'm just young, and I'm not stupid."

Ying Zheng heard the words, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and scratched the tip of her nose, "Come with me to visit my father later, my father is seriously ill and cannot get up."

After a pause, his brows and eyes became heavy, "Maybe time is running out."

Baitao tugged on his sleeve, shook it and said, "Okay, I'll just accompany you, don't be unhappy."

"it is good."

Ying Zheng clapped his hands twice, ordered someone to arrange the bamboo slips, and rushed to Xianyang Palace with Baitao.

On the corner of the eaves of the Palace of the King of Qin, there are two dragons embracing the wall, making the momentum of flying into the sky, the towering gates are towering, and the floating double queres are so clear, it is a magnificent and resplendent momentum.

It's just that when he was about to enter the hall, he saw the Second Highness Cheng Jiao.

Cheng Jiao is three years younger than Ying Zheng, and has been raised under the Empress Dowager Huayang's lap, and is deeply loved by the Empress Dowager Huayang.

I have never seen any wind and rain in the world, so I was fed in vain and fat, with a childish ignorance in the corners of my eyes and brows.

Seeing his eldest brother Ying Zheng coming over, Cheng Jiao was still a little timid.

I don't know whether it is better to salute or not, and whether it is better to greet or not to greet.

In the midst of tangling, he stepped on the threshold leg, and the two legs seemed to be fighting, and no one would let the other.

Just like that, he stumbled on his leg, fell on his head, and with a "plop", he fell solidly.

Ying Zheng frowned, and went to help him: "Second brother, are you alright?"

Cheng Jiao was lifted up by him, his chin was bleeding crazily, he touched his chin lightly with the palm of his hand, and grinned in pain.

He stretched out his other chubby palm and pushed his elder brother away, "It hurts, it hurts, of course there is something wrong, you get out of the way, what mother said is right, you will be a disaster as soon as you come back, you are a disaster to my mother, you are a disaster to me, and you will be sure in the future." It will also harm Qin."

Yingzheng was pushed, his handsome face froze, he took Baitao's hand and walked into the palace without saying a word.

Mrs. Han was in front, she was walking fast in her top and bottom.The skirt was embroidered with golden thread full of larks, which was extremely luxurious, and the Liuyun hairpin was pinned to her head, her eyes were ignited with resentful anger, and her red lips were compressed into a line.

She first noticed Yingzheng Baitao, and then saw Cheng Jiao who was bleeding blood.

Mrs. Han was furious, "Jiao'er! What's wrong with you!"

When Cheng Jiao saw his mother, it was like a son finding milk. He started to cry, "Mother, mother, my son hurts so much, tooth, did the tooth break, mother, come and see."

"Come here, mother, take a look." Mrs. Han inspected Cheng Jiao's injury in three steps and two steps, "It's broken, why did you fall like this, which blind servant pushed you!"

Cheng Jiao was still sobbing, when he suddenly received Mrs. Han's eyes.

Cheng Jiao understood, and immediately pointed his bloody fingers at Yingzheng and Baitao who were about to enter the palace, "Yes, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh Judgment, otherwise I will be bullied for no reason, mother."

Ying Zheng paused.

Mrs. Han's chest rose and fell several times, and she turned her head to stare at Ying Zheng fiercely, "It's you! You are trying to harm my son, you are so bold and reckless! What's the point of being a prince, don't you even care about justice?!"

Baitao, who was at the side, saw that Brother Zheng was being wronged, and retorted: "Which of your eyes saw that it was Brother Zheng who pushed him. It is useless to push a child for no reason. Your son is obviously because his legs are not flexible. fell."

"Peach."

Yingzheng stopped Baitao's rhetoric, his expression was unpredictable, he took her hand and turned around, "Mrs. Han wants justice, so let's go in together and ask Father to uphold justice."

Mrs. Han hugged Cheng Jiao who was bleeding profusely, and cursed: "When I take my son to see the imperial doctor, I will find you to settle the score."

What a bite.

Baitao was so angry that she ground her teeth, but when Brother Zheng spoke, she had no choice but to stop.

Walking into the hall, there are thick velvet blankets and a few cushions placed inside. The pungent smell of medicine is like a dusty cover, once it is lifted, it will make people dizzy.

When Baitao came in, she felt that her limbs were a little uncoordinated.

"Cough cough cough cough cough."

Ying Zichu was half lying on the bed, exhausted from coughing, his complexion was as fragile as thin paper, as if it could be broken with a single poke, and the beautiful and flowery Zhao Ji was sitting on his bed holding medicine, her face full of sorrow , "Your Majesty, the doctor said that good medicine is good for the body, it is better to drink the medicine."

"Do not--"

Ying Zichu's voice was hoarse, and he pushed away Zhao Ji's medicine with difficulty, "I'm so sick, Bian Que is hard to heal, I'm afraid it won't get better, cough cough cough"

Zhao Ji was sobbing, "Your Majesty, if you—"

Seeing Baitao Yingzheng outside the door, Ying Zichu interrupted Zhao Ji, with a weak smile on his face, "I'm here to see you again."

Baitao stared at his spirit, her heart skipped a beat.

about to die.

"My son pays homage to my father and queen mother." Ying Zheng beside him pulled her to kneel down, and Bai Tao followed suit, "My daughter pays homage to my king and queen."

"Get up, cough, cough, cough, cough." Ying Zichu couldn't say much, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs after a few words, "Zheng'er, how are you doing with Xiangbang today?"

Ying Zheng stood up and said, "The teacher teaches by example and is as humble as a grain of salt. Zheng'er has benefited deeply from the few words he said."

Ying Zichu looked at his excellent son.

He shined in the prince's examination school, and at the same time showed his sharpness without being arrogant or impetuous. Even Xiangbang commented: This son is a great talent, a great talent!
Ying Zichu knew very well that he was only a mediocre talent, and being successful was enough, but to lead Qin to the peak, he needed a strong heir.

The arrival of the eldest son, Ying Zheng, stripped away the haze that was trapped in his heart. Ying Zichu's eyes were sour, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, "Zheng'er, come here, let my father see you."

Ying Zheng stepped forward, Zhao Ji put down the medicine bowl indifferently and stood aside.

"The crossroads are ahead, coughing cough coughing for my father. I can't do what I want."

Ying Zichu reached out to hold his hand, with thin cheeks and pale lips, "I hope you will take up the burden of the country in the future, and you can discuss with Xiangbang more about any undecided matters, cough, cough, and more Be filial to the queen, listen to the queen more, cough cough cough."

After going through hardships and being sensitive, Ying Zichu has long seen the gap between Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji wiped her tears with her sleeves, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng: "Yes, the son obeys the father."

Yingzi Chu still wanted to say something to his eldest son, but they were separated for many years and they were estranged. When he was young, he went away from Xianyang and went to Zhao country alone. Ying Zheng was born in Zhao country since he was a child.

No family relationship, no friendship, nothing to do, how sad, how sad!
He grieved from his heart, closed his eyes and panted heavily, beating the brocade quilt, "Alas, alas, alas!"

"Your Majesty, don't get angry. It's important to take care of yourself. Even if you don't think about the country, you should still think about your concubine. If your concubine leaves you, how will you live in the future?"

Zhao Ji leaned over and held his hand beating the quilt to dissuade him, crying.

Ying Zichu's eyes suddenly became wet, and he patted the back of her hand with a fever, "If you have a wife like this, what more can you ask for from a husband."

Yingzheng watched silently, while Baitao counted the leaves in the house.

Bai Taoxin was wondering, what about the chin-knocked Cheng Jiao and Mrs. Han who came to find fault?
Why haven't they come yet.

The atmosphere here is so you and me, it's good to come in and relax.

(End of this chapter)